Monday, May 1, 2017

Our Rules Exclusive VERY NSFW Excerpt by Jennifer Kacey

When the foundation of their marriage falters, Michael and Tabitha must
rediscover what it means for her to be his hot wife.

Tabitha is a hot wife. Not just a sexy wife. A hot wife. A wife allowed to
be with other men with the permission of her husband.
Michael couldn’t love his wife more. Which is exactly why he shares her with
others. Because she’s his.
On the cusp of everything they’re worked for—years in the making—a shattered
promise threatens the foundation of their marriage. A foundation Michael had
thought unbreakable until he lets Tabitha down in more ways than one.
Taking her submission for granted could lose him everything he’s strived
for, and winning back her trust is the only thing that matters.

The scene waiting for
him as he silently pushed open Tabitha’s bedroom door at precisely eight-thirty
kicked his dominant cravings to the forefront.

On her hands and
knees, just as he’d told her. Her bare pussy on display, facing the door just
like he’d directed, made his balls ache. She rubbed her clit in tight little
circles, eliciting a full-fledged growl as he stepped inside.

Tabitha eeked and looked over her shoulder at
him.

Tossing his suit coat
toward a chair off to one side, he had no idea if it landed on top. He didn’t
look long enough to tell.

The light from her
bedside lamp highlighted half of her face and body, creating dips and shadows
he couldn’t wait to explore.

He pushed the door
closed as he watched her.

Color filled her
cheeks as he stared at her pussy. “Both hands on the bed, Tabby Cat. I’ll be
using that pussy now.”

The black material of
her stockings and garters highlighted her tanned skin as she shifted to place
her other palm on the pristine white comforter beneath her. A rich shade of
purple on the walls, her favorite hue, surrounded them within an ambiance of
decadence and desire. Her shoulders lifted as she inhaled, and she tracked his
movements across the room as he emptied his pockets on her tall dresser.

Her eyes.
Beautiful.

Brown and gold swirled
together to form a perfect combination of temptation and innocence.

The pose?

Completely submissive,
trusting, open.

But her eyes?

Provocative,
seductive, fierce.

The dual sides of her
personality spoke to him. Called to him. Begged for him.

It was a scream inside
his head to take. Possess. Control. All of her.

From the top of her
bun all the way down to her curled toes.

He wanted it all and
he was going to have it.

“Do you know how hard
you make me when you follow my instructions? How badly I want to fuck you
senseless with that prim little bun in your hair?” Closing the distance between
them, he stared at the gorgeous brown-haired woman laid out before him as if
she were a meal.

Thin, with curves in
all the right places, she was definitely his kind of poison.

He planned to have his
fill and more before the night was done.

“Maybe,” she answered
and smiled.

“Safe word is the same
as always?”

She nodded.
“Rutabaga.”

“And if I have
something shoved in that tempting little mouth of yours, you do what if you
need to stop?”

Raising one hand, the
same one she’d had on her pussy, she had to rub them together for a second to
dry them and then finally snapped her fingers.

“Good. Now, I want my
handprint on you.” Without pausing, he crashed his hand down onto the flesh of
her ass then again on the other side.

Tabitha jerked her
hips to the side on each swat as she planted her hands. A natural reaction with
no additional warning from him, but it made him growl again.

Moving away from him,
even if it was nothing more than an automatic response, had him baring his
teeth. “Don’t move away from me. Don’t deny me.” Her withholding what he wanted
pissed him off. Fair or not didn’t matter. “Give me what I want, Tabby Cat,” he
roared with greed as he stepped up to the end of the bed her head was on.

“Yes, Sir.” Her gaze
met his. She shivered and bit her bottom lip as she stared at him.

Fuck, she turned him
on.

As she eyed him, she
licked her lips, glancing up at him and back down to the tent his cock made
just for her.

Throughout his life in
and around the kink scene, he’d met many dominant individuals who required the
people playing with them to keep their eyes downcast, subservient.

But that had never
been one of his kinks.

He wanted to see each emotion
play across his partner’s features. Even the ones they tried to hide. Those
were the most delicious.

A pushover turned him
off faster than anything. He didn’t want a lapdog, he wanted a challenge.

Pulling a reaction
from Tabitha when she tried so hard not to give in made his cock throb. Hard.

Making her respond.
Now, that was most definitely one of his kinks.

The fact she was
married pushed his need for her even higher. Being a saint had never interested
him. But being a kinky bastard? Hell,
yeah.

“Keep your palms on
the bed. Mouth only. No hands. I want to feel every inch of you as I get closer
and closer to fucking your throat.” After yanking off his tie, he tossed it on
the bed by her feet and made quick work of his zipper before he pulled out his
throbbing shaft. “Open up. Oh. Fuck. Your mouth. Fuck.”

A tremor worked up his
spine as she slid her lips along his shaft.

She was so dirty,
almost naked, bare breasted with her lips wrapped around him.

Her moan made him want
to howl.

“You were all wet,
Sir.” She whispered the words against his cock as he pointed it at her. She
licked the head and moaned, a slight shiver working along her torso.

“Have been all day,
ever since you left that voicemail. My dick stayed wet for hours. I needed my
Tabby Cat to clean it up.”

Bobbing up and down on
his shaft, she hummed against his tight flesh. “Needed you all day. So horny.”
Licking the tip, she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and smiled.

“Happy with my cock in
your mouth?” He only asked because he wanted to hear her answer. See it. Feel
it.

“So happy, Sir.” Her
eyes closed and another tremor vibrated down her body.

“And are you wet for
me?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. Reaching over her he paused, and then
slid his fingers through the wetness coating the lips of her pussy. “Fuck.
You’re drenched.”

“All day. Dripping.”

“It’s even soaked your
thighs now. So wet.”

“Desperate,” she
whispered as she moved on his cock. “Wanted to come so bad at work, but…”

Wes traced the lips of
her sex with the tips of his fingers, knowing he wasn’t giving her near the
friction she needed to get off. When he filled her he wanted her needy,
frantic. The way her hips jerked each time he grazed her clit, he didn’t think
it would take her long to get there. But he still wanted to make her come.
Emphasis on make.

Her mouth momentarily
went slack and a whine, barely audible, reached his ears. “But…I thought I was
supposed to tell you if I could meet earlier than our date? Thought I was doing
what you asked?” Her eyebrows pulled down low in what he thought was
concentration and he ran the head of his dick along her bottom lip. She kissed
the tip and resumed the steady up and down on his shaft.

“You did.”

She tried to pull off
again but he grabbed her bun and forced his cock to the back of her throat.
Holding her there almost sucked the cum from his balls. Another rumble worked
its way free of his chest. “Don’t stop again unless I tell you to.” He
controlled her movement as he gritted his teeth and convinced his own body not
to come.

That was what she did
to him.

She called the beast
inside him free. Sometimes he had to chain him again if he couldn’t control the
need rioting through his limbs.

Plus, he wasn’t done
teasing her yet.

With a tight fist in
her hair, he pushed in a little deeper. Then a bit more until she gagged, and
he yanked her off.

She sucked air in and
out of her lungs as she tried to catch her breath. He didn’t give her long
before he pushed the fat head past her lips again.

“Lick under the head.
Just like that. Your wicked tongue is gonna get you used.” He pumped his hips,
fucking her mouth with his cock. His balls tingled as liquid spilled from her
core onto his fingers. He continued to torment the swollen lips of her sex and
she moaned around his shaft. “I’m going to spank your ass till you beg me to
stop. I’m going to spank it because you did exactly what you were supposed to
do. What you had permission to do. I’m going to let you wear my handprint
because you’ve been a very good girl. And good girls get rewards.” He pushed
into her throat and paused as he strummed her clit.

Her feet moved against
the comforter and her back bowed.

She fought to get away
and he fucking loved it. Consent was one of the sexiest things about kink.

Fight or flight kicked
in at some point when she couldn’t breathe, and he pushed in a little farther.

To her credit, her
hands never came off the bed. Her fingers stretched and twisted but she never
once disobeyed his order.

He yanked her off his
cock and she sucked great pulls of oxygen into her lungs. Releasing her now
messy bun, he didn’t give her any chance to relax before pushing her down
between her shoulder blades.

She didn’t resist him
as he shoved her upper body on to the bed. She didn’t fight him. She did
nothing but beautifully submitted to what he needed. A shot of pre-cum from the
tip of his cock. It landed on her ribcage as she groaned, rolling her forehead
back and forth against the comforter.

As he let her try to
regain her bearings, he moved to the end of the bed and tugged her hips
backward until her sultry pink heels hung off the edge.

“I’ve never seen you
so wet, Tabby Cat. Such a pretty pussy.” He slid a finger into her sex, deep,
deeper, until she moaned into the comforter.

Decadently Yours,
Jennifer Kacey

Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living
with her miniman in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her
dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The
best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle
for anything less.